F* Fixing it.
Looking to the future I want something that hasn't existed.
I can’t remember exactly where (as it’s been asked a lot lately) this question was asked when it sparked a response I didn’t expect…
Is America going to make it?!?
“I sure hope NOT.” Eye Roll
“Wait… What?!?!? Brain, WTF… I live here! I need America to make it.”
Pausing, a second thought floated in....
Say my Name, Say my Name...
They couldn't call me by name because I didn't have one of my own. When I found myself, my true name, my spirits' name, revealed itself... MacFinnian Aisling Fíodóir.
“Is that really your…” my assistant manager paused in thought. “I saw some paperwork, um, is Michelle really your name?” She whispered as if it was a secret.
I chuckled. “Well, it’s my legal name, the one my parents gave me. But no, it is not my name.”
Made the Hit List
The story begging to be told. I thought we were friends, but they wanted me out of their life. I’ve punished myself long enough, now I’m asking the right questions.
I’ve waited to tell this story, because I didn’t know where it belonged. BUT it’s been begging to be told. For MY healing, I’m sharing it here.
While I can blame a lot of conditioning and trauma on my mother and adults around me… I stepped into this one all on my own. For better or the worse this event shaped who I’ve become.
The Body’s Secret Messages
We are made up of a Holy Trinity. We must release and heal the Trinity or face subconsciously repeating the same patterns.
Pausing as I wrote the date, “why is this date important?”
I know this date, but I didn’t know why. The date rippled unsure energy through my body.
Later that day, my phone buzzed with a note that it was a friend’s birthday, “that’s probably why today’s important.”